Chapter 26 1 fingers
Chapter 26 1 fingers
Xiao Hongchen's lips curled into a smile, and his eyes involuntarily glanced at Ye Chenxing beside him.
This barrage of firepower nearly drained most of his soul power. The simultaneous firing of sixty level-three soul-guided cannons was indeed spectacular, but the consumption was equally staggering. However, the effect was undeniable—the two thousand-year-old golden tigers didn't even have time to utter a few more groans before they were blasted to pieces, collapsing in the dust with barely any breath left.
He forced himself not to catch his breath and tried his best to appear relaxed and at ease.
How about that? Aren't I awesome?
However, before he could utter the line he had been preparing for so long, Ye Chenxing, who was standing not far away, suddenly froze.
In that instant when Xiao Hongchen was distracted—one of the golden tigers, which was already on the verge of death, suddenly opened its eyes, a dying madness flashing in them. A blinding golden light suddenly shone from deep within its throat.
That was actually an energy attack similar to the White Tiger's Blazing Light Wave!
This was a special individual that had not yet mutated, yet possessed unique abilities from birth. This type occasionally appears among soul beasts—not fully mutated, but with a special skill that makes them difficult to defend against.
The light blast hurtled through the air, its speed giving almost no time to react. Xiao Hongchen's pupils constricted, and he instinctively dodged to the side. The light blast grazed his shoulder, taking a piece of his clothing with it.
Even more deadly was that the golden tiger, taking advantage of the brief respite it had just released the light blast, suddenly exerted its strength in all four limbs and pounced in front of him.
A stench filled the air. The golden tiger's gaping maw and menacing fangs magnified rapidly in his vision.
This happened too fast.
Xiao Hongchen gritted his teeth, instinctively wanting to activate his defensive soul tool. But the distance was simply too close, and his soul power had been greatly depleted in the previous burst, making him noticeably slower.
At that critical moment, a burning sensation brushed past his cheek.
It was a pillar of fire condensed to its extreme, as thin as a thread of fire, yet radiating a chillingly high temperature. It almost brushed past Xiao Hongchen's ear; he could even clearly feel the scorching wind brought by the heat as it touched his skin. The flame entered Jin Hu's wide-open mouth with pinpoint accuracy and exited from the back of his head.
The golden tiger's pounce came to an abrupt halt in mid-air. Its ferocious tiger face froze in disbelief, a small, charred hole appearing on its forehead, the blood instantly vaporizing before it could even flow. Its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Everything fell silent.
Xiao Hongchen stood frozen in place, only belatedly realizing that cold sweat had soaked through his clothes. He stiffly turned his head and looked in the direction of the pillar of fire.
Ye Chenxing was withdrawing his right hand, a wisp of fiery red light still lingering on the tip of his index finger. His expression was calm, as if he had simply flicked away a speck of dust, and he hadn't even changed his posture much.
"Thank you so much." Xiao Hongchen managed to squeeze out the two words with difficulty, his voice hoarse.
Meng Hongchen covered her mouth.
She had seen it clearly—Ye Chenxing simply raised his hand and pointed, a flash of fire, and the thick-skinned golden tiger, with three thousand years of cultivation, had its forehead pierced. That was a golden tiger of the metal element; its defense was already among the best of all soul beasts of the same rank. Even if it was severely injured, it shouldn't have been so vulnerable.
Suddenly, she thought of something and looked sharply at Ye Chenxing.
It's about elemental advantage.
Fire has a significant restraining effect on metal, and extreme fire's restraint on metal goes beyond "advantage" and is almost a natural enemy.
Faced with the extreme fire, Jin Hu's proud metal-based defense was not only rendered useless, but instead became a catalyst that accelerated his defeat. He was instantly melted by the high temperature and could not even put up a fight.
Let alone this golden tiger that has just entered its thousand-year cycle. Even a ten-thousand-year-old gold-attribute soul beast would have to obediently avoid Ye Chenxing's sharp edge.
No, it's not that simple.
Meng Hongchen shook her head, a thoughtful glint in her eyes. She looked up at Ye Chenxing.
Fire isn't an attribute known for its speed, not even Extreme Fire. The essence of fire is burning, spreading, and covering—it should be a large-scale, destructive attack. But that attack he just unleashed…
That attack was too fast, so fast it didn't feel like fire at all; it was more like a wind-attribute attack, even somewhat like a soul-guided ray. And despite the considerable distance between him and his brother, his soul rings never lit up throughout the entire attack...
Without using any soul skills, how could he pierce the head of a three-thousand-year-old golden tiger at such close range with a single strike? Could it be—
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
She had heard her grandfather mention that the Soul Masters of the original Three Kingdoms region of Douluo Continent had gone deeper and become more specialized in Martial Soul cultivation.
A very small number of exceptionally talented Soul Masters are able to discover unique ways of circulating Soul Power without relying on Soul Rings, creating something called "Self-Created Soul Skills." These are not skills that can be mastered easily; even among top Soul Masters who specialize in Martial Soul cultivation, they are extremely rare.
But this person in front of me, this boy who is about the same age as me, has actually accomplished this at such a young age?
Xiao Hongchen remained frozen in place, his face alternating between red and white. This was the first time in his life he had been rescued during a battle. He gritted his teeth, about to say something more, when a calm yet authoritative voice came from not far away:
"Getting distracted in battle? Are you tired of living?"
Jing Hongchen maintained his nonchalant tone and remained silent, but his voice echoed across the open space, causing Xiao Hongchen to shudder and lower his head in shame.
Meng Hongchen quickly walked to Ye Chenxing's side and couldn't help but ask:
"Morning Star, that just now... that shouldn't have been your first soul skill, right? Your soul rings weren't even lit up, so how could it unleash such a powerful attack?"
"Could it be that it's a self-created soul skill?"
Xiao Hongchen also perked up his ears. Creating one's own soul skill—that's a technique even many high-level soul masters might not be able to master. If Ye Chenxing could create his own soul skill at this age...
Upon hearing this, Ye Chenxing was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled.
"It's not that complicated." He raised his right hand, palm up, "It's just a simple use of energy."
"Simply the use of energy?" Meng Hongchen tilted her head, looking puzzled.
"Yes." Ye Chenxing thought for a moment and gave an analogy, "Just like you can control the degree of force your muscles exert—whether you punch with full force or only with a third of your strength, you can finely adjust these. I'm just compressing the flame to a single point, concentrating it, and then accelerating it out, that's all."
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers. A miniature sun appeared in his palm, its golden-red light dancing softly. Then, as if grasped by an invisible hand, the fireball began to slowly deform—it first stretched, then spun faster and faster, finally transforming into a palm-sized spinning top, quietly hovering above Ye Chenxing's palm.
Every spark of the spinning top was clearly visible, its edges so smooth it looked as if they had been carved with a chisel, and even its rotation speed was outrageously even.
Ye Chenxing flicked his finger lightly, and the Flame Top silently dissipated into the air.
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